They are a breed of warrior more stealthy than a Japanese ninja; more deadly that a bullet; and more cunning than a starving uni student at a buffet.
They are the League of Ninja Snowmen.
You don’t see them, these slushy assassins. You go inside to escape the storm, and they are there. Watching. Waiting. Stealthily camouflaged with the falling snow.
Armed with only their cunning and a fist full of snowflakes, these deadly assassins pray on the unassuming carrot-nosed snowmen littering our winter yards.
And when the sun comes out in the morning, they are gone, with only the fallen bodies of their targets left to show that they were there at all.
Remember kids: snowflakes can be deadly.
